Teen Ink on Twitter
I totally agree.Each diffeerent poem is distictive in it's own little way.Te sit ei sfor people to comment, whether its good or bad,so that people will know what they need to do, what not to do, and what to work on more.It also doesnt help that people expect to get all of their a hundred posted writings commented on when they don't even take the time to comment on anyone elses. So people won't know if there piece is "good" or "bad" because no one has enough heart to let people know their piece isn't as good as they think.
Maybe some of the poems people post at once have a lot of personal feelings in them that they would like to express.So to tell them that their posting too many is just ridiculous if you ask me.
sorry, i didn't know , please forgive my ignorance
i totally agree with you crazycris03. i post at least 2 or 3 poems at the same time.
I agree you shouldn't post the same thing up more than once. but it is okay to post more than one piece up here for people to see.
I dunt even understand how sum1 post sooooooo many on 1 day!!!!!! It's CRAZIE!!!
there sure are a lot of poems about love and emo-ness on here. thats ok though cause they're mostly really good :)
i freakin agree thats annoying as hell pardon my language
THats GREAT!!!!! I should have tried that!!!!
I don't have much on the site... I just sent in like 7 poems... but they were ones that I've had writen for a while... I'm sorry... I haven't posted anymore though... 2 of them are stories.... *makes a pouty face*
I just joined and I was hoping that I could post some poetry and I promise I will NOT post more than two poems a day!
Oh, I quite agree with you, LyC.
"since the poems aren't copyrighted aren't the guests and members allowed to take the poem and use it as their own"
Why would a person wish to do such a thing?
whose click happy *looks around* not me of course he he he...
How do you delete something that you have posted?
uncrazy99, haha! I'll try that!
Shattered glass on the floor,
A sheet instead of a door,
Bugs and rats I cabinets with no cover,
This is how I lived just me and my brother,
Times were hard so I thought then,
But the bad hadn’t even begin,
Bruises and tears on my face,
I’d rather be dead than go back to that place,
I sit here today with my head held high,
But when I think of this my head goes down and I cry,
Shadows creep towards my dreams,
And wipe away every thing and it makes me throw out screams,
I wish I hadn’t gone through this,
But now I look at it as that’s what made me strong,
I will not break down even if it all goes wrong.
yes totally agree